From the Enforcer to Pushover!

From Strict Mama to Soft GlamMa: The Plot Twist My Kids Never Saw Coming… HELL, Me Either!

Let me tell y’all something… once upon a time, I was THAT mama.The one who punished you for rolling your eyes, slammed doors, or spilling anything in my clean kitchen. If you even looked at baby powder sideways, you were grounded until further notice.

Fast forward to GlamMa life, and guess what? I woke up from a nap with my GlamSon to find baby powder covering my bathroom like the first snowstorm of the season. And what did I do? Did I yell? Did I punish? Nah.

I LAUGHED.I grabbed my camera.And I POSTED it with every laughing emoji in my phone.

Meanwhile, my son (the actual parent) is big mad in my comments like:“Had that been me…”

Well, son… it AIN’T you. Get over it. Either click “😂” or log off my page. And oh, while you’re at it, come clean up this baby powder YOUR son spilled.

The GlamMa Glow-Up Nobody Warned Us About

Here’s the real talk: something changes when you become a GlamMa.Your patience is higher. Your “yes” is louder. Your “let it slide” is on steroids. And your willingness to spend $49.99 on that shiny toy you swore you’d never buy? Chile… take my card.

..do it AGAIN! It was blurry!

We transform from Strict Mama to Soft GlamMa without even noticing. And the truth is, it’s not weakness. It’s wisdom. We’ve learned what matters (memories, laughs, hugs) and what doesn’t (powder on the bathroom floor).

The Comedy & The Clapback

The funniest part? Watching your adult kids try to process the switch-up.They stand there confused, salty, and betrayed like:“Wait… so I lost my Nintendo for three months over crayons on the wall, but lil’ man gets a TikTok moment and applause?”

Yes. Exactly that. Welcome to the new era.

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Sis, you’ve earned the right to laugh first and fuss later (or never). Being a GlamMa is freedom. You’re still fabulous, still thriving, and now you’ve got a sidekick (or two) to keep you laughing at life’s messiest moments.

So next time you find yourself in a “had that been me” moment — stop. Breathe. Laugh. Post it if you want. And remember: you didn’t get soft, you just got seasoned.

Challenge

Drop your “Strict Mama vs. Soft GlamMa” story in the comments.What’s one thing your kids would swear you’d NEVER let slide — but your GlamBabies get away with scot-free?

Let’s hear it, because laughter + truth-telling is how we survive this wild, wonderful ride.